#Outdoor Flashlight

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

Until Dawn vs Until Dawn Remake

From one of my old Reddit posts— what do you make of the changes to the hour glass lineup? Original on top, remake on bottom.

[kanemedicalaesthetic]

Edmonton Corn Maze | A Family-Friendly Alberta Adventure

Just west of Edmonton, in the heart of Parkland County, lies one of Alberta’s most beloved fall attractions—the Edmonton Corn Maze. Each year, this agricultural marvel draws thousands of visitors who come to get lost (and found) in the tall stalks of corn that twist and turn across 15 acres of farmland. The maze isn’t just a seasonal gimmick—it’s a full-on experience that combines outdoor fun, education, and good old-fashioned family bonding.

Historical Significance

The Edmonton Corn Maze was first planted in 2001 and has since grown into a staple of the local fall tourism scene. What started as a creative way for a local farming family to diversify their operation has turned into one of the region’s most anticipated annual events. Each year, a new maze design is revealed, often celebrating community icons, causes, or cultural moments. Past mazes have featured tributes to the Edmonton Oilers, the Calgary Stampede, and even charitable organizations.

Beyond just entertainment, the maze plays an important role in promoting agri-tourism. It helps bridge the gap between urban visitors and rural life, offering insights into farming, crop cycles, and Alberta’s agricultural heritage. For many children, a visit to the maze is their first real exposure to life on a farm, making it an educational experience as well as a fun one.

What to Do at the Edmonton Corn Maze

Navigate the Maze: The main event, of course, is the giant corn maze. It’s designed to take about 45 minutes to an hour to complete, with trivia-style checkpoints that help guide you through. There are two routes available—one for those who want a real challenge and a shorter, easier path for families with younger kids.

Enjoy the Farm Activities: The maze is just the beginning. The farm offers a wide range of kid-friendly attractions including pedal carts, jumping pillows, a petting zoo, hayrides, and giant slides. It’s easy to spend an entire afternoon here without ever stepping into the maze.

Seasonal Produce and Local Goods: A visit to the Edmonton Corn Maze isn’t complete without stopping by the farm market. Here, you can pick up fresh produce grown right on-site, as well as homemade jams, baked goods, and local crafts. Pumpkin season is especially popular, with a massive patch offering plenty of perfect picks for Halloween carving.

Photo Opportunities: From sunflower fields to scenic hay bale setups, there are photo ops around every corner. Whether you're snapping a selfie with a goat or posing in front of the maze map, it’s a great place to capture some fall memories.

Events and Special Days: Throughout the season, the maze hosts themed weekends and charity days. Past events have included dog-friendly days, flashlight nights in the maze, and food truck festivals. Be sure to check their calendar before your visit.

When to Go

The Edmonton Corn Maze typically opens in early August and runs through the end of October. August and early September are ideal for those looking for warm weather and a fully green maze, while October offers beautiful fall colors and a spookier, seasonal vibe.

Weekdays tend to be less crowded, making them perfect for families with young children or anyone looking for a more relaxed experience. Weekends can get busy, especially in October, so arriving early is advised. Flashlight Nights—held on select evenings—are a unique way to experience the maze under the stars, though be sure to bring a flashlight and dress warmly.

Weather plays a big role in your visit, as this is an entirely outdoor attraction. Be sure to check the forecast before heading out, and wear appropriate footwear—it can get muddy after rain!

Conclusion

The Edmonton Corn Maze offers more than just a walk through the corn—it’s a full day of discovery, laughter, and connection. Whether you’re solving riddles in the maze, cuddling baby goats, or picking pumpkins, there’s something here for every age. Its mix of fun, education, and community spirit makes it one of Alberta’s top seasonal attractions.

So grab your boots, pack a camera, and head west of Edmonton to experience this local gem for yourself. The Edmonton Corn Maze is a reminder that sometimes the best adventures are the ones that take a few unexpected turns along the way.

[silvercitysuperstore]

GOFORT Portable Power Station, 550Wh Solar Generator With 600W (Peak 1200W) 110V AC Outlets, 120W 12V DC, QC3.0&TypeC, SOS Flashlight, Backup Power Lithium Battery Pack For Outdoor RV/Van Camping CPAP

[sandandjello]

Imalent BL50 Dual Light Sources EDC Flashlight Review: A Pocket-Friendly LED Torch with a Secondary UV Light

Everyday carry flashlights have come a long way in the past few years. Quality has gone up, and price has gone down. The FlashlightGo Store specializes in many kinds of lights, knives, and accessories. They recently sent me the Imalent BL50 Dual Light Sources EDC Flashlight to review, which has a bright CREE LED and a UV light; it did not disappoint. Continue reading Imalent BL50 Dual Light…

[nothorses]

I was talking with my dad recently & we got on the topic of People Thinking They Can't Do Things, and like, he is at his core a well-intentioned person who genuinely wants the best for others, but he has definitely internalized some harmful ideas a la "anyone can do anything, the only thing stopping them is their own attitude". so I was like. I see where you're coming from, but let me tell you a story.

last year, I worked with 10 year olds- many of whom had never really spent time outdoors- in an outdoor education program where they came to spend a whole week doing shit outside in nature. the top two scariest experiences for these kids were 1) very tall metal tower, and 2) walking outside at night in the dark with no flashlights.

I tried a lot of different things to persuade them all to join me for each experience: I presented it with enthusiasm and passion, I did physical demonstrations and scientific explanations to help them understands how safe it was, I voiced my absolute commitment to their safety, I invited them to brainstorm ways to help each other and themselves feel safe, etc.

generally I always had at least 2-3 kids out of about 10 who opted out, or if they did join me, would spend the entire experience crying and freaking out. when it was over, they would conclude that even though they did not die- or even get hurt- it was so scary that it wasn't worth it and they never wanted to do it again.

then I changed the question I asked. instead of asking them to tell me whether they could do it or couldn't do it, I asked them to raise their hand for one of three options:

You can definitely do this.

It will be hard or scary or uncomfortable, but you can try to do this.

It will definitely be too hard, scary, or uncomfortable, and you cannot or should not try to do this.

suddenly, almost nobody was opting out of these experiences.

they would try, even if they were scared, because they know that being scared didn't necessarily mean that they couldn't do it at all. and more importantly, they knew that if they needed to stop, that was an option; they weren't trapped in their decision to try.

and the real takeaway here, for me, is in the nuance: people need to be able to challenge themselves and to be uncomfortable in order to grow, and people need to be able to opt out in order for opting in to be a safe option.

[historyofguns]

Randall Chaney's article in The Armory Life reviews the SureFire Mini Scout Light Pro, a tactical flashlight ideal for mounting on defensive rifles such as the Springfield Armory SAINT Victor. Chaney's longstanding experience with SureFire's quality illumination tools encompasses this new model, which is designed for both close and long-range lighting scenarios, ensuring peripheral visibility. The flashlight, offered in black or tan, is exceptionally durable with its Mil-Spec aluminum construct and is designed to be user-friendly with a simple installation process onto M-Lok or MIL-STD-1913 rails. The light's 500-lumen Hybrid Beam Pattern is particularly suited for tactical environments, balancing brightness with situational awareness needs. Capable of running for an hour on a single 123A battery, the Mini Scout Pro is built for intermittent use to prevent detection, following the strategy of lighting and moving silently. Chaney appreciates its performance, deeming it a permanent addition to his duty rifle, while also highlighting SureFire's legacy of innovation in reliable illumination and tactical products.

[draconym]

What one critter always makes you very excited when you see them in the wild?

Honestly ... I'm excited about nearly every critter I encounter outdoors. My friends have watched me stop in my tracks to observe honeybees on clover, or sparrows eating out of trash cans, or velvet mites crossing the sidewalk. I once did a presentation for a nature interpreter class about The Ecology of the Vacant Lot, which my coworkers called "all my favorite critters in the Wal-Mart Parking Lot." I grew up in DC, and urban wildlife, no matter how small, has always enchanted me as much as charismatic megafauna.

But ... the first time I saw a cave cricket in the wild, my reaction really surprised me. I've never lived somewhere that didn't have a cave cricket infestation. They're a nuisance in dark basements and apartment kitchens. But when I turn over a log and see one in the woods, or shine my flashlight on one deep in a cave? It's a beautiful creature, transformed from home intruder to native wildlife.

Look at that face. Isn't it cute when it's not hiding in your cupboards?

[sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame]

*Angrily looks around* ok so we're not writing more werewolf Valeria???? Fucking fine I'll do it myself

En Sus Marcus Part 1/?

Part 2

Summary: Valeria hunts you through the woods, fucks the shit out of you. Congratulations you won and you're her pet housewife now <3

2nd person omniscient, black reader, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, no actual smut in this chapter but still sexy as fuck, kinda dubcon, but reader's DEF into it, bimbo reader, reader's dumb as shit y'all. That being said I could see myself doing similar, dom Valeria, sub reader, predator/prey dynamic, fucky and inaccurate Spanish (corrections greatly appreciated)

This is self indulgent trash and I the humble outdoor cat feasting on the week old chicken wings inside it.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

It was stupid to be out in the forest this late, you knew how stupid it was to be in the forest this late.

You were exhausted. Your boss had worked you to the bone for the last three fucking years and still had the nerve to complain when you used your pto for a single week off to enjoy Halloween—your least busy week of the year—by yourself in a cozy little cabin in the woods.

But you were also stupid. So stupid. And so scared. Your first day in you nearly gave yourself carbon monoxide poisoning when you forgot to open the fireplace hatch. Your second day, you'd left the gas on for an hour and set the smoke alarm off for the second time in three days, and now, your third day in, you saw what looked like a limping dog outside, in the pitch black darkness and your dumbass decided to follow it?

You were cursing yourself out the entire time. Horror movie rule number one was without fail, the black guy dies first. And here you were waltzing into the woods after a random animal that you full well could've hallucinated.

But you didn't. You know you didn't. And while that dog was huge, if it was willing to come that close to the house it had to have been someone's pet. Even if it was a wolf dog or something it was obvious it had been abandoned. You weren't a vet, but it seemed way too alert and aware of how you stood by the door. You'd seen YouTube videos of how animals with rabies acted. They were haunting, but the dog didn't move like that. Aside from a slight limp its head still darted in your direction when it spotted you peeking out the giant glass door into the backyard. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth when it heard you call after it for godsake.

You couldn't explain why or how, and you hoped it wouldn't attack you because explaining why you left the house to medical professionals would make you feel like the biggest wet noodle known to man, but it looked like it wanted you to come closer. So you did.

You walked towards it slowly, making sure to avoid eye contact and making yourself look too big or too small, trying to remember the "if it's black fight back, if it's brown get down" rule and whether or not that only applied to bears. You managed to close enough distance between the two of you that you could shine your phone's weak flashlight on the creature to check if there was any blood on it.

Thankfully there wasn't, not so thankfully it got up, and calmly walked further into the woods, turning its head back every few steps to stare at you pathetically.

At this point, maybe if you hadn't finished half a bottle of pink moscato, you would've recognized that it was probably just politely asking you to back off. In the way an animal does when it does not want to fight. But sadly, you had. And the wolf wasn't staring at you like it was trying to avoid a fight, It was staring at you like how dogs stare at people in those probably faked rescue videos where they lead the cameraman to a den full of newborn puppies.

You didn't know what was wrong with this animal but you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at night if you didn't make sure. And you didn't know that there were multiple hotlines in the area you could call instead of risking both of your lives.

It kept looking back at you, tail flat between its legs, ears pinned back, what could only be considered a giant dopey looking smile on its face as you trailed behind it for long enough that your feet started to hurt despite the hiking boots you'd thrown on before leaving the house.

You were freezing sadly because it was the sole practical element of your outfit.

You were in a lacy pink silk nightie that stopped just at your thigh. Thick brown thighs jiggling a little with each step. If you'd bent over, the wolf could've gotten a nice and pleasant view of your pussy peaking out from underneath the fabric cause you never went to bed with panties on. You could've run to pick some up but you didn't want to chance that the animal would be gone by the time you got back with no proof of if it even existed.

Your phone battery was low. Not dangerously so, but enough that it made you really stupid for going out without your little pink portable charger.

But it was such a stupid spontaneous decision. One you'd spend the rest of your life paying for.

You froze when the wolf darted out of sight suddenly. So fast you didn't have time to point your light towards the direction it ran, it was gone before your eyes had caught up to your ears and processed the rustling of leaves trailing off into the distance.

And now you were painfully aware of the fact that you were alone in the woods. And you had no idea how far you'd gone off the path. And that even if it had stayed, the injured animal probably couldn't offer you much help against a bear, or worse, a man with a gun.

You started shivering, the crisp fall air was delightful in the early mornings, but the sun set at 5pm that day and it was in the high forties now. You weren't even wearing a little sweater to keep your arms warm.

Valeria noticed.

She hadn't actually been injured. She wasn't even limping believe it or not, you just weren't wearing your glasses and couldn't tell that she was walking normally. Let alone that she was much much bigger than a wolf dog.

You smelled divine with your pumpkin spice body oil and the cheap wine clinging to your lips.

Valeria was here for fun too. She owned these woods. And everything in them. She was stunned that you hadn't noticed how deadly silent your romantic evening walk had been. There were so many signs this was a trap.

It wasn't at first, of course. She rented the cabin out. She liked to see who stayed in her home away from home when she wasn't there. What they smelled like. Tasted like. If they looked fun to hunt. But then there you were. Standing outside in your pretty pink dress, her favorite color glowing against your skin and making you look like a goddess underneath the light of the moon. Normally she'd have left you alone. She'd always had a soft spot for pretty girls. But you looked and smelled so divine she just had to get closer. And closer. And closer.

She realized you'd spotted her the moment she realized you were her mate.

She could've shat herself she was so scared. The elation from finding her mate and complete dread at the fact that you were so gullible consumed her with every step you took further into the forest.

She'd have to teach you a lesson.

With all the spoiling she was gonna do to you, you'd probably get bratty. She'd have to teach you many more. She wasn't complaining.

But for now, you needed to learn why you don't follow strange animals into the woods.

And you needed to learn that you were hers. Quickly.

You looked around erratically. On the verge of tears. She could hear your little heartbeat racing.

That's when she decided to shift back.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" She nearly convinced herself she meant it.

You jolted around and immediately started bawling. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing you to her bare chest.

"Hey, it's alright. Can you tell me what happened, princesa?

You nodded, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I've just been so stressed at work and there was this dog—I think it was a wolf dog, and she's hurt and she's definitely someone's pet and she looked like she was leading me to her puppies and I got worried cause if she was willing to lead me there, that means she'd be willing to lead someone dangerous there, so I followed her and we went too deep into the woods and I'm on vacation, I don't know these woods, I'm from L.A.!"

She nodded along, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Pobrecita. You just need someone to protect you, huh?"

You froze. Suddenly and painfully aware of the fact that your head was pressed directly into the bare tits of another woman. You were far from displeased and it wasn't the first time, but still, why in the flying fuck would there be a woman in the woods even more naked than you were?

"Um, ma'am, why are you naked?"

She tossed her head back laughing.

"Ay, que rico, la niña que no lleva nada más que su lencería quiere saber por qué estoy desnuda."

You were kicking yourself mentally at the fact that you hadn't been more serious about learning Spanish all these years. That little green owl was going to kill you if this weird ass woman didn't do the job for him.

"I'm sorry?" Was all you said instead, trying to make your way out of her embrace.

It didn't work. She did let you wiggle around enough that you could crane your neck to look up at her, however, and by god were you grateful. Big pretty brown eyes, hair the perfect length to tug on while she ate you out, an aquiline nose. And the most beautiful, wolfish smile you could ever imagine.

She was the kind of woman that'd make you leave a room just to avoid embarrassing yourself in front of her.

You immediately felt guilty for sexualizing her despite the fact that she was naked and had pressed your face into her tits two seconds ago.

"Shit, you're not doing so hot either, huh? Do you wanna go back to where I'm staying and get some hot chocolate, maybe a shower? Alone! Of course! I can call anyone if you need help too! Oh wait I forgot I had my phone! I can just call the sheriff or something—" she grabbed your phone out of your hands and threw it off into the woods.

You were silent for an embarrassingly long time.

"What the fuck dude." You said it so quietly and calmly Valeria couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll remember where it went in the morning."

You tried with a lot more fervor to put yourself far out of arms reach from the woman, failing every time. She didn't even have to exert a large amount of strength to pin you to her. You didn't let it stop you, but you knew, you wouldn't be moving unless she let you.

She let her long, sharp—sharper than they should be, you had a fresh set of stilettos, they were not that sharp—nails graze your skin just slightly. A warning. You weren't dumb enough to miss that.

"Stop. Moving." Something was wrong. She growled at you. You'd been growled at before in bed by exes, they didn't sound like that. She sounded like she was barely able to form the words. Like she was twisting her vocal cords around to make sense of the random sounds and syncopations that just so happened to make your little pussy drool.

"Here's what's going to happen, princesa. I'm going to give you..." she leaned in to sniff at your bonnet, shivering and pressing her mouth to your forehead, letting out a moan as her hand snaked down your waist to rub at your ass, just above where your nightgown had already ridden up more than dangerously high. "Ten seconds."

"...Ten seconds to what?"

You could feel her grin grow unnaturally wide against you.

"To run."

This time you shivered. This poor woman was crazy and in need of help and here you were getting off to her delusions. What a creep.

"And then when I catch you, I'm going to breed that wet little pussy. I'm going to take you home. And I'm going to fill you up some more, sólo para asegurarme de que funciona."

You were having a hard time breathing. Her voice was so low and even. Her fingers danced at the hem of your dress and as awful as it was you didn't even want to run. You wanted her to snake her fingers just a bit lower and breed you here. You needed her fingers, her cock, her mouth, whatever she'd give you. You could feel your own cum pooling down your thighs which had literally never happened to you before. She was causing chemical reactions in your body you weren't sure had been previously seen within the human race.

She huffed, smiling a bit.

"Oh! Someone's excited."

You whimpered a bit, at the sensation of her claws digging into the fat of your ass.

"Let's get something straight, princesa. If you don't run properly," she pressed you even closer to her, "if you don't make the chase fun," she trailed her nose down the side of your face, pressing you impossibly close. Her grip so tight it was starting to actually hurt, "then I'll kill you."

You laughed a little bit, or tried to. Wheezed would be more accurate.

"Oh, I'm not kidding. Tengo que demostrar que serás una buena compañera, nena. Que te aseguraras de que tus hijas sean fuertes."

Valeria was of course, lying. But you didn't know that. You didn't know that she'd make sure your kids would grow up nice and strong and much much smarter than their ditsy mother was the day they first met.

"You ready, coñejita?" Her grip loosened slightly, and you immediately took your chance to bite her on the neck. Hard. Hoping she'd let go completely and you'd be able to run back to your cabin and use the ancient house phone before she cut the lines or something.

She didn't though, she just frowned. But you could see the edges of her lips fighting to twitch up into her normal Cheshire grin.

"I didn't say it was time to start running, coñejita."

She grabbed your jaw and tilted your head to the side, trailing her sharp teeth down your neck. You felt like they were cutting skin but her hot breath soothed the ache the second it started.

"En su marca."

She grabbed your ass so hard you could feel the chill night air on your dripping cunt.

"Lista."

She pressed a kiss to your neck with a gentleness you wouldn't have guessed she'd be capable of.

"Fuera."

You knew what it meant but she still didn't let go. She wanted you to feel it through your body when the chase had really begun.

She whispered into you ear, teasingly. Joyfully. An excited impatience emanating from her voice.

"Run."

[lomlhwa]

in the stars (c.bg)

pairing: alien!beomgyu x abduction victim!reader

preview: scientists didn't even know aliens existed until like, a week ago. now here you are on one of their ships being taken to their planet to repopulate their species.

tags/warnings: fem reader, monster cocks!beomgyu, two cocks, beomgyu has three eyes idk, tentacles...., his arms have suction cups, marking, oral (m.receiving), aphrodisiac use, knotting (?), breeding, dacryphilia, pet names (baby, my salvation, pretty girl), biting, praise + degradation, bulge kink, overstimulation, kinda subby beomgyu, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampies obvi

trigger warnings: abduction, forced aphrodisiac consumption

wc: 3.2k

song recs for this fic: e.t by katy perry

a/n: my goodness

walking through the forest near your house has always been calming for you. the peaceful quietness of the forest after dark is something you longed for all day. today was no different. a long day at work had you heading for the forest as soon as you got home. you gathered your flashlight, blanket and a sweater and locked your car. leaves crunched under your shoes as you disappeared deeper into the thicket.

the light of day disappeared quickly as you wandered deeper and deeper. by the time you found a spot to lay your blanket, the stars were starting to appear. you placed your fluffy blanket down on the ground softly, laying down to watch more stars litter the sky. this activity was something that had begun to be advised against. the discovery of aliens had made most people scared to be outdoors for long periods of time. 

you, however, were in denial about this supposed alien life that had been discovered. it felt like weird timing that you couldn’t put your finger on. therefore until you saw one with your own eyes, you wouldn’t believe anything about the aliens. the stars sparkle in the sky as the sky reaches its darkest state. you ponder on the extraterrestrial life that has finally shown itself. would they ever really invade earth? you wondered how the world would react to this kind of attack. 

you shake your head. the aliens aren’t real, there’s no invasion to worry about. the government just wants to make up a distraction for some scandal. you raise your arms to rest them under your head, admiring the beautiful sky. your eyes lock onto a star that seems much brighter than the rest of them. but not in a ‘northern star’ way, but in an unnatural way. you rise and sit cross legged, tilting your head in confusion. it almost seems like it’s getting bigger or, like, approaching you. 

you stand up and stare up at the light. you realize that it is, in fact, approaching you. the light gets bigger and bigger until a beam of light appears in a circle on the ground. it seems like the light is searching for something. you stand in place like a deer in headlights before deciding to get out of there. you leave all of your things where they were and start running. your quick movements seem to have alerted the light and it starts chasing after you. you run as fast as you possibly can, your legs working overtime. your foot catches on a branch and you come tumbling down onto the ground. 

the light settles onto you, the harsh wind from some kind of aircraft sending leaves and twigs flying. before you know it, your body is being lifted off the ground. you thrash around, trying to escape. before you know it, you’re reaching the source of the bright light. you see some sort of door open before you lose consciousness. 

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you come to, the lights of a bright, white room blinding you. you squint, adjusting to your surroundings. your eyes struggle with the lights, the room feeling ten times brighter with the harsh fluorescents. your eyes settle on a dark figure in the corner of the room. the figure seems skittish, avoiding your gaze. “hello?” you say, your voice breaking. it feels like you had been screaming, but you have no memory of anything since being lifted into the air. 

your eyes adjust to see what looks like a person in the corner. you can see the person fiddling with their hands. “h-hello, human,” he responds. he sounds like he has some weird accent that you can’t place. he wanders closer to you, and you can finally get a better look at him. you know immediately that this is one of the aliens you were so in denial about. his arms up to his elbows  are a dark purple and so is his nose and the tips of his ears. it’s a beautiful shade but also very inhuman. he also has a third eye sitting in the middle of his forehead, between his other two eyes. his inner arms up to his shoulders  were adorned with small suction cups like an octopus. other than his obviously alien-like features, he looks relatively human. he has a pretty, dark wolf cut and two of his eyes are brown, despite his third one being a bright yellow. he has pretty, pink lips and flushed cheeks. he looks so nervous to be near you, despite being the one who abducted you. 

you try and get up out of the chair you’re in and find your legs to be strapped down, along with your wrists. “please, stay calm, don’t fight the restraints,” he speaks again, his eyes darting all over the room. anywhere but you. “why are you doing this? please, let me go. i won’t tell anyone about this,” you plead, worried your life is in the hands of this being. “i’m not g-going to kill you,” he explains. he almost seems more scared than you are. “i need your help.” you furrow your brows, confused. “for what?” you ask, tugging on your restraints again. “my people… they’re going extinct. there are no females left on my planet,” he trails off, his eyes staying glued to the floor. “i chose you to help me with… repopulation.”

your eyes widen so much that you’re worried they might pop out of your head. “repopulation!? no, no, no, i can’t help you with that,” you smile awkwardly, not knowing how to even react to this information. “i’m human and you’re… what are you? and who are you?” you ask, looking him up and down. “i’m beomgyu and i’m from venus. i’m a verenok,” he explains, as if it was nothing to you. as if you would understand. “okay, my point still stands. i’m a human and you’re an alien. how am i supposed to repopulate your planet if we’re of different species’?” you do your best to gesture at yourself, despite beomgyu not even looking in your direction. 

“w-we don’t have to be the same species. i just have to… uh…” he trails off and scratches the back of his neck nervously. “you have to what?” you ask, worry filling your tone of voice. “i have to knot you,” he blurts out. you look at him, confused. you had no idea what that meant but you can only assume it’s some sort of mating thing. when he scans your facial expressions, he panics and adds more to his statement. “it’ll feel so good, i promise. i have this pill to give you that will prepare you. it’s an aphrodisiac,” he reaches into the pocket of his pants and holds up a medium sized pink pill. before you can respond, he walks over to you and forces your mouth open. he drops the pill down your throat, followed by a syringe of water that seemingly came from the same pocket.

he looks at you with guilty eyes, seeming to immediately regret his decision. “i’m sorry. i just really, really  need your cooperation. i’ll be back in a bit once the pill starts working to see how you feel,” he explains before scurrying away and out the door. you open your mouth to call out to him, but it’s too late. you settle into your spot on the examination table you were currently strapped to. an aphrodisiac? did he seriously just force a sex drug down your throat? all you could really do was wait, either for him to come back or for the meds to kick in.

much to your dismay, the meds kick in long before beomgyu returns. you’re writhing on the table, your whole body burning. you clench your thighs together, desperate for any form of friction. you sweat profusely, your clothes sticking to your body disgustingly. “beomgyuuu,” you call out for him, you body basically begging for the man who had previously promised you sex. you begin to border on crying, your core so desperate to be touched. “gyu, please come back, i know you can hear me. i’ll help you, i promise. please,” you plead, your back arching and relaxing repeatedly. 

the door on the other side of the room opens and beomgyu pops his head in. “you’ll help me?” he asks, and you nod immediately. “yes! yes, please beomgyu. i’ll do anything, just please touch me,” you pull at your restraints, trying to get at him. beomgyu reaches into his pocket and suddenly your restraints are released. you’re quick to scramble off the exam table and crawl over to beomgyu who had slightly migrated into the room. you rest on your knees and place your hands in a praying position. “please, please, i need you to fuck me,” you beg. your eyes trail down from his eyes to his crotch that you’re eye level with. “i need you in my mouth, beomgyu, please.” beomgyu looks down at you with a shocked, but lust filled expression. “o-okay. go ahead, human.”

your mouth waters as you pull his pants down. your jaw drops when your faced with two giant, purple cocks. you barely know what to do with yourself at this discovery. you had had an inkling that he would be purple down here, considering the coloring of other parts of his body. “so pretty,” you mumble before connecting your mouth to the cock that sits below the other one. you wrap your hand around the one that isn’t resting in your mouth. beomgyu sighs in relief, his eyes crossing in pleasure. he staggers, his hands connecting to your hair. he strips himself of his shirt, revealing tentacles that sit on his ribcage. they’re long and seem to be able to elongate themselves. they move and wiggle down to your neck, wrapping themselves around and tightening ever so slightly. 

the bulge in your throat moved deliciously under his tentacles, his instincts taking over and tightening around your throat more to feel it better. you choke and cough around him, sinking your mouth further down to take more of him. your hand moves swiftly while stroking his other cock, making sure he feels the most pleasure you can offer. you feel some of the suckers on his tentacles attach themselves to your neck. they make a slurping noise when sucking against your skin, leaving dark purple circle marks on your supple skin. you dig your nails into his hips, finding that his legs are purple up to mid-thigh. 

you do your best to take the entirety of his length down your throat, but it’s physically impossible. beomgyu whimpers and whines every time you make an effort to take more of him down your throat. “okay, okay, fuck, i don’t think y-you want my cum down your throat,” he moves to push your head away from him and you pull him back. “gyu, please, need it,” you beg, giving the tip of his lower cock kitten licks. you take him back into your mouth and bob your head faster. you use your hand to jerk his other cock at the same speed, your body aching for him to cum for you. “please, please,” you chant, pleading for what you need. 

beomgyu’s breath gets caught in his throat as he finally finishes, his cocks releasing cum down your throat and on your face. your whole body shakes, the feeling of him getting off to your pleasure making you feel like an animal. you remove your mouth from him and swallow to the best of your abilities. you lick your hand and do your best to collect the semen from your face and shove it into your mouth. you find that his semen is very different from that of a human man. it’s sweet and kind of tinted purple. you almost feel hungry for more to consume. you look up at beomgyu and find that he’s still painfully hard. “get back on the table,” he demands. the tone of his voice completely shifting. 

you scramble to get yourself back to where you had started. beomgyu follows you just as quickly. as soon as you settle down on the examination table, beomgyu hooks his fingers under the waistband of your pants and strips your bottom half. your legs spread on their own, inviting him between your legs. the tentacles from his ribs slither to your core, one of them teasing your hole and the other finding your clit. he leans over you to connect his mouth with yours, kissing you with almost bruising force. he lifts your shirt over your head and discards it somewhere else in the room. he wraps his arms around your waist, the suckers on his arms squishing against you and sucking like his mouth would. you can feel that you’ll end up with hickies all over your body, your body turning a similar shade to beomgyu. “you look prettier like this, my salvation. you’re my color now.”

he presses firmly against you, his arms holding you in place, his cocks brushing your entrance deliciously. he peppers your face and neck with kisses while his tentacles move to wrap around your breasts. they attach and detach from your skin, leaving dark marks in their wake. “you can t-take both, right?” he asks as he moves one hand down to align himself properly. in your delirious haze, you find yourself nodding desperately. you were sweating and whining, your hole begging to be filled. “you’re acting like a bitch in heat, are you sure you’re not one of us?” he chuckles and you can do nothing but buck your hips against him. 

he squeezes the tips of both cocks together, doing his best to at least make the initial stretch less unbearable. you’re soaking wet and desperate, so you couldn’t care less how much this was going to sting. beomgyu shoves into you at an agonizingly slow pace, but it makes your brain absolutely go numb. it takes him probably a good couple minutes to fully bottom out at the speed he’s going. when he finally does, there’s a very obvious bulge in your lower stomach. your jaw hung slack as your body desperately tried to adjust. “so big… so good…” you mumble, lifting your head to look down between your legs and admire the way you look spread open. your eyes then trail up to beomgyu’s face and you’re met with the most beautiful sight.

the alien between your legs had his pretty bottom lip caught between his sharp teeth, his own eyes also admiring the way he disappeared into you. you could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the pleasure overtaking him. his cheeks flushed a dark pink, seeming to be in disbelief that he had actually managed to get inside his human captive. “fuck, baby, you’re sucking me in like a good girl. i knew you’d be the perfect candidate,” he brushes a hand over the bulge in your stomach before using his arm to hold himself up over you. he runs his purple tongue over his fanged teeth, before scanning your body.

“need… please move,” you plead, clenching and unclenching around him repeatedly. finally, he draws his hips back, before slamming into you. you cry out immediately, the feeling being such an intense mix of pain and pleasure that your nerves have no idea how to react. you feel like your whole body is on fire, the aphrodisiac working its magic to make your body desperate for more despite being filled with two cocks. you grab him by the nape of his neck and connect your mouths, desperate for as much contact as possible. he wraps his arms around you again, placing them meticulously so that he fills the empty space on your torso with more dark purple and blue marks. 

he thrusts into you with so little mercy or care for your human state. he folds you in half, connecting his suckers to the backs of your thighs to keep you in place. his tentacles slither away from your chest and down to your core. one connects a sucker to your clit and the other forces its way into your hole along with his cocks. “gyu, fuck, need to cum,” your eyes burn with tears as your orgasm comes hurdling towards you like a train. “oh, my perfect salvation,” he mumbles against your mouth. “you can cum, but i’m not gonna stop. have to breed you,” he runs his tongue over your bottom lip as he finishes speaking before kissing you once again. your orgasm crashes over you and your whole body trembles in his hold. he holds you down tighter, your body beginning to fight against him from overstimulation. 

“oh, don’t fight it, pretty girl. you know you want more. you’re practically bursting at the seams,” he taunts you. he removes his mouth from yours before connecting it to your jugular. your legs shake and try desperately to close, but his strength is much more than yours. he kisses the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into a seemingly specific part of your neck. “mine, mine, mine, all mine,” he mutters. his possessiveness over you has you inching closer and closer to a second oragsm. he can feel you tensing again, and it’s perfect timing. “gonna knot you this time, baby. it’s gonna feel a little weird, but it’ll ensure that you’re impregnated.” 

you nod despite the fact that none of his words had actually registered in your brain. the tentacle that had been wriggling around inside you pulled itself out. as you came, you felt his cocks get impossibly bigger inside you. as the bases of his cocks swell and plug your hole, his whole demeanor changes. his previously mostly dominant behavior completely. he unsticks his arms from your legs and lets them rest on his hips. he leans on his elbows next to your head and strokes your hair. he looks at you like he’s never loved anyone more than you. “you’re perfect. i couldn’t have picked someone better, my salvation.” he swells inside you more and more, and you feel like you’re going to explode. 

finally, you feel him filling you to the brim with his cum, and you can almost feel that he’s filling you directly in your womb. the experience has you feeling drunk. your eyes cross and you drink in the feeling of him finally filling you up. your body is exhausted and it’s almost like his knot was the antidote for the aphrodisiac you had taken. he slowly pulls out of you, a glob of cum following him. he pants, wiping his forehead with his forearm. “okay, i’m gonna go get you some clothes and a towel, and then we begin our journey back to venus.” 

you raise your hand to your neck, feeling the mark of his teeth in your skin. your brain comes to an understanding that you are, in fact, his. you don’t mind all too much. “i’m sorry, i’ve never knotted anyone before. it’s a sacred practice that we’ve now shared,” beomgyu explains as he cleans you up and helps you put on robes similar to his. “um, we are mates forever now though.” you shrug, hopping down from the table. “that’s okay. i like you,” you smile and wander around the room. “i’m y/n by the way, since you never asked for my name.” you walk back over to him and admire his stature next to you. 

“ready to go home?” he asks you, and you nod. “let’s go home.”

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[sandandjello]

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[sayruq]

Surrounded by dozens of soldiers, tanks, armored cars, buzzing drones, and army dogs, Ahmad Safi found himself looking at a massive hole in the ground. “Of all the death scenarios I have imagined myself in since the beginning of the war, I never suspected I would see my own grave,” the 26-year-old Khan Younis resident told Mondoweiss. Ahmad and his male relatives had been detained by the Israeli army and forcibly conscripted to stand in front of a resistance military base as the Israeli soldiers took cover behind them. They were caught in the middle of an exchange of fire between the soldiers and the resistance. On the night of January 22, the Israeli army launched a sudden attack on western Khan Younis, where five shelters for displaced people were located. In the middle of the night, the Israeli troops advanced towards the Tiba buildings, where Ahmad and his family had taken refuge in the middle of the Israeli-designated “safe zone.” These buildings were surrounded by al-Aqsa University, the al-Khair Hospital, the Industrial College, the Palestinian Red Crescent Society Center, and the al-Mawasi coastal area, all housing tens of thousands of displaced Palestinians. Early that night, Ahmad realized that Israeli quadcopter drones had fully occupied the sky. He knew what this meant based on his accumulated experience of Israeli war tactics — the army preferred to launch major operations under cover of night. Ahmad heard nonstop gunfire in the distance that night, but it was relatively far away, so he kept watching an anime show to distract himself. Moments later, the sound of gunfire intensified and got closer, and suddenly he heard screams from the opposite room. His cousin had been hit by a bullet. As the gunfire started intensifying further, Ahmad threw himself under his bed when the rest of his family rushed to his room carrying his injured cousin. That was when the Israeli soldiers stormed their apartment, bursting into the room in a blaze of flashlights. “It was the first time I had seen an Israeli soldier in real life,” Ahmad told Mondoweiss. The army separated the women from the men and forced the women to flee south to Rafah. The men were kept zip-tied and would remain in the army’s custody. An Israeli commander ordered Ahmad and the men of his family to move downstairs in single file. He then ordered them to kneel against the southern wall inside their apartment, which faces a resistance military base. Ahmad’s body was shaking uncontrollably. His lips were trembling and his breathing was heavy. “I tried to pull myself together,” Ahmad recounted. “But when I heard my mother say goodbye to us as she was dragged outside by the Israeli soldiers, I couldn’t hold back my tears.” The next morning on January 23, the Israeli soldiers ordered Ahmad, his father, his brother, and the rest of his cousins to move outdoors and instructed them to move horizontally in front of the armored military cars. “As they ordered us to stop and stand still, I found myself again a few meters away from the resistance military base,” Ahmad said. “ That was the moment I realized that we were being used as human shields.”

[junos-jrabbles]

can i request playing a horror game with sniper… or scout

Of course!!!! I love this request so much thank you for sending it in <33 (did sniper and scout because they are The Guys of all time) Sorry this took so long!! love y'all <3

Spooky Time with the lads!!

Sniper

Would LOVE the resident evil games, dear god somebody bring this man to life, please, he needs to see chris redfield, needs to experience the joy of getting that stupid chess piece puzzle in the second game right.

Big fan of sorta niche horror games, can easily imagine him starting muttering about how a game’s mechanics were ‘directly taken from’ another game from like forty years ago you’ve literally never heard of. Probably almost exclusively uses knives and rifles, this man does not know the word "medium" LMAO

Quick time event hater, can’t find the keys quick enough, usually gets messed up. But subsequently, five minutes later, pulls off the juiciest, most amazing tactic you've ever seen.

“I don’t… Really get why they’ve got to mark everything with that ruddy yellow paint, like, I’m not blind…” This is followed by him repeatedly walking into zombies because ‘the brightness is too low’ TAKE YOUR SUNGLASSES OFFFF

Would definitely go out of his way to set the mood, assuming you guys are playing in his camper, probably on his TV (i love the 1970s let’s just play pretend…), he’d have all the lights off, and maybe a candle on, would probably play spooky music on his phone and almost shit himself when an ad plays.

Would have the time of his life, honestly, a night in playing games with you would probably be a great way to top off his day, but he definitely suggests some spooky games you guys could play outdoors, flashlight tag being top priority (he thinks it's funny as hell chasing you around in the dark)

Scout

Screaming. Endless SCREAMING.

Would definitely be the kind to run directly at a threat, screaming, and immediately start yelping like a trod on puppy when Shit Happens.

“AY! AY- NO! NAH, C’MON!” Viciously mashing buttons on the controller. “WE DON’T PLAY LIKE THAT ‘ROUND ‘ERE C’MON MAN! I DON’T WANNA FIGHT YOU! Well- Nah- okay, I do- COME HERE.” Looney tunes style monster chasing him into a room immediately turns into him chasing the monster out of the room.

^^ Absolutely a controller player, if the game doesn’t support a controller, he’s probably not playing. (He likes knowing that if he gets mad enough, he’s got an easily Throwable Item at hand /j!! He'd just find it way easier, less buttons to mess around with.)

He is definitely gritting his teeth waiting for jumpscares the ENTIRE time, especially if you decide to play a more atmospheric game. He's wincing when he has to walk around a corner,

Would absolutely be sloooowly shuffling up against your side, he’s not scared, no, what? No, definitely not scared, man! He’s the coolest Bostonian this side of… not Boston! Shaddup!

Completely misses almost EVERY quest objective, but is adamant that he knows what he's doing at all times. Eventually, after half an hour of him searching for an item, you have to vaguely guide him towards it.

If the game has weapons, you best believe that if there's a bat, he's using it, but will also rant if it breaks. "Wh- Whaddaya mean it broke in like... uh- Three swings?! That's DUMB! Man, I know I swing hard, but, c'mon!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ btw I just wanted to say to anyone who's reading this, thank you :) thank you anon for this request, thank you to everyone who's liked, reblogged, and commented, you're all so kind <3 and also some of the reblog tags I've gotten literally have me GRINNING!!!!! :D << me fr!! Hope you're all well, sorry this is short, my silly ass probably gonna write some more Sniper stuff soon :3

[bornonthesavage]

It was an undeniable fact that Steve was lucky. He had been told it more times than he could count, from all sorts of people, so it must be true. His friends at school told him he was lucky that he had no one at home to give him a bedtime or make him eat vegetables. The housekeeper that came to bring him groceries and to clean once a week told him he was so lucky to live in such a nice house. Ever since he could remember, his parents had told him that he was lucky to be born to an upper-class family. And when others were around, Steve kept up the façade. He could pretend that he agreed, with bright smiles and boastful words. But in the late hours of the night, when he was all alone in that big house, lucky wasn’t the word he thought about. No, what Steve really was, was lonely.

Even at twelve years old, Steve was pretty sure it wasn’t normal for his parents to leave him alone for up to a month at a time. When he was young, they had hired nannies to care for him while they were away. That hadn’t been great either, but at least there had been someone else in the house with him. Someone to talk to and watch TV with and to make dinner. Then, on Steve’s twelfth birthday, his parents had told him he was old enough to look after himself while they were away. They trusted him to not burn down the house, at least. That had been six months ago.

Now, six months later, Steve sat alone in his living room. His parents had left earlier in the week, promising to be home before the end of the month and told him to call if he needed anything. He never called. What would be the point? It wasn’t like they would come home. No, if he needed something, he would figure it out on his own.

Steve pulled his knees up to tuck against his chest as he sat on the couch, watching a rerun of Gilligan’s Island. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table along with an empty coke can. He had heated up a bowl of chicken noodle soup for dinner, which he’d eaten with crushed up saltine crackers, but he always found himself craving a snack before bed. It was almost ten o’clock, but he wasn’t yet tired.  

When the episode ended, Steve stood and began to make his way toward the kitchen. He could go for one more coke before bed. But before he even made it out of the living room, a loud clatter from the back yard made him freeze. He turned, creeping slowly toward the glass door that overlooked the pool. It had sounded like it came from the shed, which sat beyond the pool deck, nestled almost among the trees. His hand shook as he reached up to flip on the back light. A part of him was convinced he would see a horrible monster racing up his yard toward the house, ready to devour him. But that was ridiculous. There was no such thing as monsters.

The yard was completely empty, the pool glowing an eerie green in the night. Steve scanned the perimeter until his eyes landed on the shed. Though it was dark, it looked as if the door was slightly ajar. Now, Steve knew the sensible thing to do was to ignore it until morning. But then he remembered that Kasie Jones, the girl who sat in front of him in math class, had found an injured mother cat behind her house just one month earlier. It was Springtime, she had said, which meant lots of animals would be having babies. If she hadn’t found them, the mother cat and her babies could have died. Steve couldn’t live with being responsible for that.

So, with only a mild amount of fear, he grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen drawer and slid open the glass door. It was early April, so while the days had grown warm, the nights still held a bit of a chill. Steve slid on his outdoor sandals and began to make his way across the yard. Everything was quiet now, except for the crickets. He approached the shed, tilting his head to see if he could hear any meowing. There was nothing.

It wasn’t until he was directly outside the shed that real fear began to prickle at the back of his neck once more. He was far enough from the house that if anything burst out and took chase, he likely wouldn’t make it back without getting caught. Steve took a deep breath and remembered what his dad was always telling him.

“Be a man. Real men don’t shake like little babies.”

Right. Be a man. He stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the door, which had been swaying slightly in the wind, and yanked it open. There wasn’t much inside the shed, just pool equipment and a few yard tools. Steve leaned inside, casting his light around for any sign of an injured cat. He took a step inside, letting the door swing partially shut behind him. The light caught on random items as he scanned. An old broken truck from when he was little, the pool noodles he liked to use when the weather was warm enough, a leaf blower, a pair of human eyes.

Steve screamed, his heart slamming up into his throat as he stumbled backward and dropped the flashlight. His back hit the wall and he fell, his legs giving out with the sheer force of terror he felt in that moment. There was someone else in the shed with him, someone curled up beneath the work bench on the far wall. The flashlight had rolled away from him, its beam pointed in the wrong direction for him to see. Steve glanced at the door, wondering how quickly he’d be grabbed if he made any sudden movements. A quiet voice spoke from the shadows.

“H-hey. It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”

That made Steve pause. Whoever it was sounded young, probably close to his age, and they also sound afraid. But what was another kid doing in his shed at night? Steve took a moment to let his heart rate slow before speaking again.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

For a few seconds it was silent, but then he spoke again. “Eddie. My name is Eddie. I was… I was just looking for a safe place to sleep.”

“To sleep?” Steve asked, furrowing his brow. “Why would you want to sleep in this dingy old shed? There are like, a hundred spiders in here, I’m pretty sure.”

He heard the other boy shift around a bit. “It’s better than outside.”

Well, maybe that was true, but it still didn’t explain much. Slowly, Steve moved onto his knees and crawled forward to grab his flashlight. This put him closer to the other boy, with Steve knelt in the middle of the small room. He raised the light until it fell on the other’s face.

Steve had been right that he seemed to be around his age. With dark curls that fell around his ears and big, pretty brown eyes, Eddie didn’t look like much of a threat at all. In fact, he seemed to be in bad shape. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and his cheeks looked a bit sunken in, as if he hadn’t eaten in a while. His knees were tucked up against his chest, but Steve could tell the jeans he wore were dirty and tattered.  

“Are you homeless?” Which, okay, maybe that was a rude thing to ask, but Steve thought it was a fair question.

Eddie looked away, his brows lowering slightly. “I’m- I mean… Yeah, I guess so.”

Steve tilted his head. “Where are your parents?”

Something in Eddie’s expression became tight, before crumbling. “They’re dead. My mother died a year ago, my father just last month.”

“Shit,” Steve mumbled. That really sucked. He had never met someone who had lost both their parents. “Do you not have any other family?”

Eddie shook his head. “It’s just me.”

“Oh.” Steve shifted off his knees so he could cross his legs. “But, there are places you can go, aren’t there? Like, an orphanage or something? I could probably call the police and they could—”

“No!” Eddie snapped, his eyes darting up to Steve’s. “No, please, nobody can know about me.”

Steve frowned. That was definitely an odd reaction. “Why? Are you some sort of criminal?”

Eddie snorted, the corner of his lips twitching, as if he found that amusing. “No, not really.”

“Not really? Either you are or you aren’t.”

“I’m not,” Eddie insisted. “I’ve never hurt anybody that wasn’t trying to hurt me. But… There are people. Bad people, who would hurt me if they ever found me. So, I’ll leave if you want me to, but you can’t tell anyone about me.”

Steve stared at the other boy. His eyes were wide and serious, his mouth set into a hard line that told Steve he wasn’t joking. Whatever this kid was mixed up in was dangerous, he could tell that much. It would be smart for Steve to tell him to get lost, to find somewhere else to hide out. But, still. He didn’t want him to just leave.

“Where would you go? If I told you to leave, I mean.”

Eddie let out a breath, his shoulders dropping. “I don’t know. Maybe someone else’s shed. Maybe try and make my way to Indianapolis.”

Steve fiddled with his hands. “That sounds dangerous. You can’t go off to the city all by yourself. You’re just a kid, like me.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Eddie’s lips. “Not just like you. I can take care of myself.”

That struck Steve somewhere in his chest, the sentiment all too familiar. “Yeah, so can I, but that doesn’t mean you should have to. You should have someone to look after you.”

Eddie tilted his head, his eyes searching Steve’s face. “Are you always alone?”

“What? How- how do you know that?”

“Oh, um,” Eddie averted his eyes, suddenly looking a little bit guilty. “I’ve been here for a few days. I wasn’t trying to spy on you, but I saw that it’s just you in the house. Nobody else ever came or went, but you must have parents, right?”

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I have parents. They just… they go out of town a lot for business. And I can’t go with them, because they don’t need a kid running around while they do work. But, it’s like, fine. I have the house all to myself, and I don’t have a bedtime, and I can eat whatever I want.”

Unlike all the other times Steve had told another kid this, Eddie didn’t look all that impressed. If anything, he looked sad. Which… was stupid. So stupid. Steve was lucky. He had everything he could ever want. He didn’t need some orphan, who clearly didn’t have anything this nice, feeling sorry for him.

Eddie rested his chin on his knees. “That sounds really lonely.”

A heavy pit settled in Steve stomach. Nobody else had ever acknowledged that before, and he didn’t really know what to do with it. His first instinct was to defend his parents, to tell Eddie that it was fine, and he didn’t know what he was talking about. But another part of Steve, a stronger part, felt an overwhelming sense of relief. It settled something inside Steve, hearing someone else say the words he’d been keeping locked inside for so long. It was validating.

Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, it can be. But, that’s just the way it is.”

Eddie didn’t look convinced. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but before he could, a violent shudder shook his whole body. Steve’s eyes wide at the look of pain that crossed Eddie’s face and he hesitantly reached out a hand. Only, that seemed to make it worse, as Eddie flinched away from his touch.

“No, don’t come closer!” Eddie warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Steve furrowed his brow. “Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?”

“No, I don’t want to, but… I haven’t eaten in a week. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”

A week? What the hell? That was way too long for a person to go without food! No wonder Eddie looked so sickly. He was starving to death.

“Hey, if you’re hungry, come inside with me. I can get you something to eat, no problem!”

But Eddie only shook his head, his face still pained. “No, Steve, it’s not… It’s not that simple. There’s nothing in your house I can eat. Well, nothing that I’ll allow myself to have.”

“What are you talking about?”

A look of resignation came over Eddie’s face. “Steve… I’m not- I’m not normal. You should leave. You don’t want me to come into your house with you.”

He really wasn’t making any sense now. Did Eddie think that just because he was homeless and without parents, he was undeserving of kindness? That was ridiculous. If anything, it made Steve want to help him even more. “Uh, yeah, I do. That’s why I invited you.”

His arms tightened around his legs, as if he were protecting himself. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Do what?”

Eddie’s eyes flashed up to meet Steve’s. “Invite random strangers into your home. It’s dangerous.”

Steve snorted. “I don’t think you’re dangerous, Eddie. You look one minute from keeling over.”

“Yeah,” he said, letting out a humorless laugh. “And that makes it even worse.”

Alright, Steve was starting to grow tired of arguing about this. “Dude, come on. You have to eat something.”

Eddie made a little sound, like a whimper in the back of his throat, and closed his eyes. “If you knew the truth about me, you wouldn’t say that. If you knew the truth, you would run away. Or maybe even try to hurt me.”

“Whoa, hey, no. Eddie, I promise I won’t hurt you. I’m just trying to help.”

Outside the shed, it sounded like the wind began to pick up as the structure creaked ominously. Steve pulled his jacket more firmly around himself and couldn’t help but think that Eddie’s thin hoodie didn’t seem warm enough. Maybe Steve could give him some of his clothes. It’s not like his parents would ever notice. The look Eddie gave him when he opened his eyes was filled with sorrow.

“Yeah, I know. You seem really nice, Steve. And I’m afraid that if I come with you, I’ll hurt you without meaning to, and then I’ll be a monster, which I don’t want to be.”

Steve was trying to understand, he really was. People called him stupid sometimes, which he didn’t really agree with, but now he was struggling to follow what Eddie was saying. How could Eddie hurt him without meaning to?

“Eddie, I don’t understand. Please, you can tell me the truth. I won’t run away, I promise.”

Eddie shook his head, casting his big eyes down. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Hey, look at me.” He waited until Eddie did, then scooted forward on his knees. Slowly, without making any sudden movement, he held up his pinky. “I pinky promise I won’t leave you. And I always keep my pinky promises.”

A hesitant smile grew on Eddie’s face, though he still seemed extremely uncertain. Finally, after what felt like forever, Eddie brought his pinky up and wrapped it around Steve’s. It was slightly shocking, just how cold Eddie was. Like his skin was just a thin layer of ice, molded around bones. That couldn’t be good. Steve really needed to get him inside. Before he could pull away, Eddie spoke.

“And I promise to do my very best not to hurt you.”

Steve grinned. “Well, there you go. So, go on then. Tell me what the problem is.”

Eddie sighed, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Okay, I guess I might as well. I don’t have anything else to lose. Um, have you… have you heard of vampires?”

“Vampires?” Steve asked, scrunching up his nose. “What, like Dracula? Or The Count on Sesame Street?”

Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I mean sort of. But also, no. What if… what if vampires were real?”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “I don’t understand. Vampires aren’t real, so what does that have to do with anything?”

A look of frustration crossed Eddie’s face. “Steve. I’m trying to tell you. Vampires are real. I know, because I am one.”

For several seconds, Steve didn’t speak. The only sound to be heard was the shifting of trees outside and the quiet breathing of the two boys. Finally, Steve let out a laugh.

“Yeah, right, okay. Look, I don’t know why you don’t want to tell me—”

“Steve—”

“But it’s fine, I guess. You don’t have to trust me, I guess.”

“Steve, I am telling you the truth! See, this is another reason I didn’t want to tell you. Humans never believe in anything beyond what they see in the daylight.”

“Oh, come on,” Steve said, dropping back off his knees to sit on his butt. “I get it, you’re trying to prank me, for whatever reason. But I can’t help you unless I know the truth. Or at least until you tell me what the real problem is. You’re not a vampire.”

“I am!” Eddie insisted, the corners of his lips turning down in a frown. “Do you want me to prove it to you?”

At this point, Steve was getting a little bit annoyed. The joke wasn’t that funny. He was cold, and the dirt on the cement floor was digging into his backside, and he really just wanted to get back inside. So, with a jeering smirk, he leaned forward.

“Yeah, sure, go ahead. Prove that you’re a vampire.”

Eddie didn’t move at first, just continued to stare at Steve with his too big eyes. It was a little unnerving, to be honest, the way he didn’t seem to blink or even move. And then, in a flash of movement too fast to be humanly possible, Eddie shot forward. Steve flinched at the unexpected movement, falling back onto his elbows with a small shout of surprise. He half expected to be attacked, to maybe feel Eddie’s hand around his throat or a fist against his cheek. But it never came.

Slowly, Steve opened his eyes. Only, Eddie was nowhere to be seen. The spot beneath the bench was empty, and when Steve looked around, he didn’t see Eddie anywhere. Had he slipped out the door and run away? Why? Steve didn’t understand. But then, Eddie spoke.

“Steve. I’m up here.”

A chill ran down Steve’s back, some primal part of him that had been dormant waking up at hearing the voice from above. Slowly, Steve tilted his head back. What he saw defied all explanation. Eddie was on the ceiling. He was crouched upside down, his hands gripping the wood beam and his feet planted flat on the roof. Eddie blinked down at him, his hair dangling away from his face.

Steve opened his mouth to scream, a natural response he thought. But before he could utter a sound, Eddie was off the ceiling. He landed on top of Steve, his hand pressed firm to his mouth to stop any sound from escaping and his other hand holding Steve to the ground. For a wiry looking kid, he was sure strong.

“Please, Steve, don’t scream,” Eddie begged, his wide eyes earnest. “I promised not to hurt you, and I won’t. You’re safe with me, okay?”

For a few seconds, all Steve could do was stare up at him. He shouldn’t believe him, logically he knew that. Vampires drank blood, human blood, which Steve had. But if Eddie had wanted to hurt him, surely, he would have already. He could even do it right now. Steve was trapped beneath him, his movement completely restricted. So, slowly, Steve nodded. Eddie chewed his lip, before removing his hand. Steve took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Holy crap. You’re like, a real vampire?”

Eddie nodded, still looking concerned. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Wow. How long have you been a vampire for?”

“Uh, my whole life?” Eddie said with a chuckle.

Steve frowned. “Wait, what? But I thought vampires were made by being bitten.”

Eddie finally climbed off Steve, sitting cross legged in front of him while Steve sat up and matched his position. “Yeah, some. Some vampires are humans who were turned. But others, like me, were born as vampires. Both of my parents were vampires, and they had me.”

Huh. Steve had never heard of anything like that before. “But what about, like, mirrors and blood drinking and stuff?”

“Eh, I mean, most of the stuff humans know about vampires was made up by them. Except for the blood drinking, that’s true.”

“What about sunlight?”

Eddie scrunched up his nose. “Well, I won’t burst into flames if I’m exposed to it. But it does sting my skin and hurt my eyes, so I avoid it if possible.”

Steve nodded, taking that it. “So, that’s why you’re hiding out here in my shed?”

Eddie nodded.

“Hmm, ok. Well, you know, you might be more comfortable inside the house.”

“You… would invite me into your house? Even knowing what I am?”

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, why not? I believe that you won’t hurt me, and it doesn’t sound like you have anywhere else to go. Plus, I’m getting pretty cold.”

He pushed himself to his feet and held his hand out for Eddie, who hesitated. He looked unsure, and maybe a little bit afraid, though Steve couldn’t imagine of what. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt Eddie. When Eddie didn’t immediately take his hand, Steve gave it a shake.

“Come on. It’s okay.”

Finally, Eddie reached up and took it. Steve hoisted him up, then still holding his hand, led him out of the shed. Eddie looked around as they crossed the yard, as if afraid someone was going to pop out and do a sneak attack. They got to the sliding glass door and Steve pushed it open, stepping into the wonderfully warm living room. He tried to pull Eddie in after him, but the other boy hesitated on the threshold.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you sure? Are you sure you want to invite me in? Once you do, you can’t take it back.”

Steve sighed. “Eddie, I don’t understand. You promised you won’t hurt me, and I’m not going to hurt you, so what’s the problem?”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to help myself. It’s just… I’m so hungry. I haven’t eaten anything in almost a week, and you… you smell really good. And I don’t want to hurt you, I promise. But what if I lose control?”

Steve blinked a few times. Oh. He hadn’t really considered that. “And… you need to drink blood? That’s all you eat?”

Timidly, Eddie nodded.

“Right. Okay. Well, maybe I could give you a little bit of my blood, just to hold you over, and then—”

“No!” Eddie shouted, ripping his hand out of Steve’s. “No, Steve, please don’t offer me that. I’m too hungry, I know I won’t be able to stop once I’ve started. I’ll kill you, and then… then I really will be a monster.”

Steve chewed his lip, wavering in the doorway. “What do you normally do when you’re hungry?”

“I hunt animals, usually. But… I waited too long. I’m too weak to catch anything on my own now.”

Right. That made sense. Steve was a little relieved to hear that Eddie usually hunted animals. If he could only drink human blood, they would definitely be in a bit of a pickle.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” he said, “Tonight, you’ll come in and sleep somewhere cozy. You won’t kill me or try to drink my blood. Tomorrow I’ll skip school and go to the butcher in town. I know they stock cow blood, because my nana bought some a few years ago to make this really gross pudding.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, his mouth falling open slightly. “You’d do that? You’d really go out of your way to help me?”

Steve grinned wide, taking his hand once more. “Of course! We’re both on our own right now, so we should look after each other, shouldn’t we? And my parents left me plenty of money for snacks and stuff, so they won’t even notice if I use it for something else.”

There was something warring in Eddie’s big brown eyes, a well of emotion that Steve couldn’t guess at. All he knew was that he wanted to help Eddie, and so he was going to. When Eddie still didn’t make any move to come inside, Steve tugged gently on his hand.

“Come on. I’m inviting you inside. You’ll be okay.”

Eddie took a deep breath, then nodded, as though coming to a decision. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, bringing one foot over the threshold. He stared down at his foot, as if half expecting it to burst into flames. Could that happen? Steve really hoped not. Finally, Eddie brought his other foot inside. Steve smiled, nodding encouragingly.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.”

He slid the glass door shut behind them and locked it before closing the curtains. Eddie had wandered a few more paces in, standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room. His baggy sweatshirt hung loosely from his limbs, and in the light, Steve could see smudges of dirt on the other boys face. It must have been a long time since he’d had a bath.

“Do you want to use my shower before bed?”

Eddie glanced at him over his shoulder, his brow furrowing. “Are you saying I stink?”

“What? No! No, I wouldn’t say that, I promise! It’s just—”

He stopped when he saw Eddie chuckling. “I’m only joking. I do smell. That’s what happens when you live in the woods for a couple weeks.”

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Come on, follow me.”

He shut off the tv as they passed it by before switching off the lights and leading Eddie to the stairs. The other boy followed close behind, and when Steve turned to look at him, saw he was taking everything in.

“This place is like a castle,” Eddie murmured.

“Eh, not really. Castle’s have a lot more people in them. It’s just me here.”

“Why don’t your parents want to live here?”

“They do!” Steve said, defensive. “They do live here. They just… go on a lot of business trips. They’re super busy.”

Eddie hummed, not commenting on it any further, which Steve was grateful for. He didn’t want to talk about his parents. All that ever did was make him sad, and he wasn’t in the mood to feel sad. He had a vampire in his house. A vampire who might want to be his friend. He couldn’t entirely wrap his head around it.

They reached the second landing and Steve led Eddie down the hall to his room. He flicked on the light and moved to sit on the bed, watching Eddie as he looked around the room. For some reason, the corners of Eddie’s mouth turned down in a frown.

“What, you don’t like my room?”

Eddie shrugged, walking to stand beside his dresser with the ribbons he’d won at his school’s field day. “It’s not very… you, is it?”

“What do you mean.”

“I don’t know. Where are the pictures? The posters of your favorite bands and movies? Where’s the mess?”

Steve looked around, forcing himself to see his room from someone else’s perspective. “My mom doesn’t like messes. And I just, I don’t know, haven’t really thought about adding anything to the walls.

Eddie hummed again. “Well, you should. Give this checkered monstrosity a little life.”

“Hey, it’s not that bad.”

“It sort of is. Let me guess, your mom picked it out?”

Steve rolled his eyes. Eddie sure was a lot sassier now that he’d come inside. Hopefully that meant he felt comfortable. “Yeah, so? I don’t mind it, so why does it matter?”

Eddie held up his hands. “Hey, as long as you like it.”

“Right. Well, if you want to take a shower, it’s right through that door,” he said, motioning to his on-suite. “I’ll put a towel and some pajamas you can borrow on the counter for when you get out.”

“Yeah, ok, cool.”

Eddie stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving Steve alone to sit on his bed. Right, this was totally normal and okay. He had a vampire in his house, one that was apparently his age and who had nowhere else to go. If his parents found out, they’d flip. Luckily, they weren’t home, so there was no need to worry about that. Unless… well, unless Eddie decided he wanted to stay. Surely being here would be better than going to the city alone, to ask a bunch of creepy older vampires if he could live with them. That sounded pretty terrifying, if you asked Steve.

Because really, what could they have that Steve didn’t? Did they have a twenty-seven-inch screen tv? No, he doubted it. Would they have a pool, or a whole forest behind their house for privacy? In the city? Yeah, he didn’t think so. Which, okay, maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He had just met Eddie, he couldn’t ask him to stay with him. Even if he wanted to.

It would be pretty cool to have someone else his age who lived in his house, though. Someone who wouldn’t leave on trips for most of the month. Someone he could watch tv with and play games with and stay up talking to. It would be like having a live in friend. That sounded… that sounded really nice.

Steve was jolted from his thoughts at the sound of something clattering in the shower.

“Sorry!” Eddie shouted. “Dropped the shampoo.”

Ah, right, he needed to get Eddie a towel and some clothes. He grabbed one of his fluffiest towels from the cupboard and then took out his second favorite set of pajamas. He’d gotten them from his grandma last Christmas, and they had Snoopy on them. Trying to be as quiet as he could, he placed the items on the bathroom counter before scurrying out again.

The water turned off a few minutes later. Steve climbed into bed to wait, pulling the blankets up and leaving his bedside lamp on. The door opened and Eddie stepped out. Despite being a year older than Steve, the pajamas still hung a little loose on him. His dark curls dripped on his shoulders as he looked around.

When he spoke, he sounded unsure. “So, um, is there another bed I can take? Or I can lay on the floor if you want, I don’t mind.”

Steve scrunched up his nose. “What? I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor. My bed is plenty big, just sleep with me.”

Eddie hesitated, but after it became clear that Steve was serious, made his way to the other side of the bed. “You really don’t mind sleeping next to me? Even knowing what I am?”

“I already told you I don’t. But, I mean, if it’ll be a problem for you, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s just, I probably won’t sleep. I usually sleep during the day, so I’ll probably sit here until I feel tired. Which, yeah, will probably be when you’re waking up.”

“Oh.” Steve hadn’t considered that. “Right. Well, you can go downstairs and watch tv if you want. I’ve got lots of movies.”

Eddie bit his lip, the unnatural sharpness to his fangs all the more obvious in the lowlight of the bedroom. “Actually, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll just lay here with you. I think I’ll feel too weird, sitting downstairs by myself.”

Steve wouldn’t admit it out loud, but that was secretly what he’d been hoping Eddie would do. He’d been to his fair share of sleepovers, and while he loved a lot of different aspects of them, his favorite was falling asleep next to another person. The feeling of closeness, of safety, that being close to another person brought… there wasn’t really anything else like it. So, Steve wasted no time in pulling back the blanket on Eddie’s side of the bed and urging him to climb in. Only once they were both laying down, with only a few inches between them, did Steve finally shut off the light.

It was late, way later that Steve normally went to bed on a school night. At least he’d already decided he wouldn’t be going into school tomorrow. He would still wake up early, so that he had enough time to bike down to the butcher and get back before Eddie woke up. Despite all the excitement of having a new vampire friend, Steve felt the unavoidable pull of sleep as he snuggled further into his blankets. Before he could drift off, however, Eddie’s voice came from right beside his ear.

“Steve?”

He blinked an eye open, unable to make out the shape of the other boy, having closed the curtains to protect Eddie from the early morning sun. “Hmm?”

For a few seconds, it was quiet. Steve almost wondered if he’d imagined Eddie’s voice, until the other boy spoke again. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he murmured.

“For helping me. For letting me into your house. For… for just being a good person. I don’t know very many off those.”

Steve hummed, smiling sleepily. “Me either. I guess we’ll just have to be good to each other.”

A puff of breath ghosted across Steve’s cheek, leading him to believe Eddie was even closer than he’d thought. He could probably see Steve perfectly, with his superior vampire vision. The thought should scare him. It didn’t.

“Yeah,” Eddie said quietly. “I guess we will.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he said anything else after that, as he drifted off. But when he dreamed of a creature hiding beneath his bed that night, it wasn’t a nightmare. Because he knew, despite what the movies told him, that this monster wouldn’t hurt him.

[riverbends]

vacillator 18+

[jack abbot x samira mohan]

part one: red zone | mdni | dystopian AU | ao3

tags: explicit sexual content, outdoor oral (m receiving), creepy sex pollen ergo dubcon, horror themes, descriptions of gore (body horror kinda?), dead animals, supernatural/mythological elements, umm porn with plot first wc: 5.6k note: yar i thought it was too gross so i deleted this but thank elise for noticing its absence

She fixed the latch on the cage under the beam of his flashlight with a clean tug. Pencil-thin iron bars encaging the fresh, mangled carcass of a cottontail. The top of the cage remained open to welcome its subject with false sustenance. Sighing, she braced her hands on her knees to rise back up to his level.

“That’s my last one. What a shit way to go,” she said, woefully admiring her work. Main course for the grotesque. “Sucks. She was adorable.”

Jack laughed out his scoff, momentarily shaking the light off the dead animal. “Just be glad you’re not the rabbit.” Samira could only glower at him. He looked to his side, finding her dimly lit frown in the residual glow of the flashlight between them. “What? What did I do this time?”

She shook her head, no longer bothered. Instead, she reached around her bag in search of disinfectant, slathering it on her hands before wiping the excess on her pants. “Aren’t you like fifty?”

“Not yet,” he flicked off the light in spite. Playfully, of course. “What’s my age got to do with anything?”

“Turn it back on,” she gritted, seizing the torch from his grasp when he obeyed. He didn’t usually put up a fight. “Grow up.”

Jack whistled, clean and straight. Amused. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Don’t whistle,” Samira snapped over her shoulder. “Bad omens.”

The ground surrendered to the soles of their boots, carrying them through this corner of the Appalachian Mountains with minor struggle. Moonlight fell between the spread of branches, speckling the sea of flora to reflect the night sky. They could see the air catching their breaths in front of them, condensed into sheer little clouds. To protect them from the cold during patrol, they wore long cargo pants and bulky jackets with woollen insides. Carried backpacks weighed with tools and gadgets and food, but not so heavy that it would hold them back in the very likely event where they’d have to break into a sprint at some point. They were lucky there had not yet been such an occasion on duty together.

Samira led on with the torch while Jack grumbled behind her.

“Many people my age still make jokes, we’re not all that bad,” he teased, poking her side.

“Then make better jokes,” she dismissed, stopping momentarily to sidestep the glistening octagon of a spiderweb. He mirrored her movement. “Also, watch your feet.”

“I know, I’m the one who set the traps in this sector,” he said. Sucked his tongue and shook his head, laughably disappointed. If it were up to him, he’d set her right. Show her exactly who she’s talking to. He was almost entirely sure she’d give in as well.

Neither of them bothered to give a name to, let alone acknowledge, whatever had brewed between them when they were first paired up for zone patrol. Maybe his hand would find the small of her back when they treaded over uneven ground, or she’d sit up close to him on their breaks after settling on the forest floor, usually leaning back against a tree trunk. She’d excuse herself and say something about the cold at night, but he’d feel the heat of her body giving her away.

Her elbow digging into his bicep, her thigh slowly creeping up to lay against his as they talked about things he could never really recall because the unspoken insistence of her proximity only had him thinking about one thing. Or many things about one thing. Things he was itching to do to her, even out here in this cursed mountain range in the dead of night. Especially out here.

Wondered if she ever noticed the bulge swelling below his belly whenever she nestled into his side. If she ever raised her thigh a bit higher over his or bent it at some ninety-degree angle in these instances, he could guarantee she’d feel the imprint just under her the side of her knee. Hard and throbbing.

Jack didn’t mind if the lines were blurred. Kept him entertained, really. They were comfortable enough to practically rub up on each other, and comfortable enough to toss banter back and forth. Though, tonight, she seemed a little too tender to the touch. Everything he said appeared to hit a nerve.

Back at the collective, he never fought his attraction to her, only kept it at bay. Still breaking a wild horse in his round pen. But something about this part of the woodlands always had his cock weighing heavier, got him all playful and brazen around her. He knew, though, that it was one of the many dangers of lurking in the mountains. Symptoms, more like. Heightened emotions, hyperactivity, turbulent hormones (elevated libido, in Jack’s case) – just to name a few. Something in the air at these dark hours. Tree branches arching down as if to reach out for them.

It had worsened over time, weaving in and out of their missions together. Assigned to inspect the northern regions of the Appalachians running through Pennsylvania. The dreaded night duty. Though, it was usually alright. The both of them had dealt with far worse in the deep ends of these woods. (The countless horrors that occurred were usually never spoken of more than once. Maybe addressed in a council meeting after the fact. But, for those patrolling the shadows, you were probably better off swallowing down the fear than letting it swallow you).

Strict and sustained protocol warned everybody on duty to be wary of certain zones—namely, red zones. Twelve of the most hazardous plots of forestry, identifiable by the bright red markers on bordering tree trunks—for anything slightly out of the ordinary. Even each other. Samira only knew half as much about the dangers as Jack did and, even then, these woodlands never failed to surprise him.

He was only nineteen when everything changed (Samira liked to remind him she wasn’t even born yet), his father tore him out of bed in the middle of the night and dragged him down the stairs, still half asleep. A cacophony of sirens singing from various speakers outside his house. Around the neighbourhood, around the town. All over the country.

The mutilated bodies were scattered across the streets where people screamed and bolted. At first, he couldn’t even properly panic. A state of pure, razor-edged shock had sliced him clean. Just paralysis. Mouth parted in simple confusion at the pandemonium unfolding before himself and his parents. After all those years, he could still remember the feel of a wet, mushy substance under his bare foot. Fat, swollen tube-like shape.

To his utter horror, he realised he had stepped on somebody’s unspooled intestines. Short, hurried pants shot out from his lungs as he jumped back and clung to his father.

Then, those things. A lone one, several feet away from them. Some fucked-up hybrid crossing itself halfway between a lizard and a dog. The top of its head would’ve been roughly level with his shoulder. Sharp green scales vibrated down its spine; all four legs, long and disgustingly jutted out. A strange coat of some iridescent, slippery substance matting its patches of hair. Oozed past its canines and drooped slowly out of its ugly, open maw to pool on the ground around its disfigured paws. The eyes made his heart stutter.

Hollowed out but still gleaming. Turning. Like somebody had scooped deeper into its sockets and poured bubbling ink into the cavities. He watched them flicker in his direction. The sound that came out of it upon seeing him was a stark warning. A whispered scream, almost as piercing as the sirens.

Had their neighbour not fired his shotgun, Jack and his family would’ve ended up torn and strewn across their front lawn. Instead, hours later, they had returned to find only parts of the man. Shotgun still clutched in his severed hand; his calves ripped to shreds. The rest of him was either lying across the road or churning inside a hot belly.

Evacuation camps and crisis centres were set up in every state for the next three months, all guarded by military personnel and 30-foot walls with active electric fencing. Advised by his father, Jack joined junior combat teams and climbed the ranks within a few years.

After a decade, most camps had been overrun and the population dwindled. A large portion of deaths being a result of those deathly hounds, while the majority had actually been enacted by other unknown creatures that everyone remaining would soon come to learn about in due time. Countless people had also ultimately disappeared without a trace.

No more military, just individual combat and protective services. There were now only a handful of active camps, this one being dubbed the ‘collective’ by its inhabitants. The council was assembled in the early days, remaining one of the main constants since the old world.

Now, Jack had settled. Patrolling was easier on him, almost grounding. When asked why he stepped down from his position of delegate, he’d simply answer that he needed a change of pace. But he’d been meaning to leave the council for years, realising that real concerns were never real priorities. He didn’t want to be part of the reason that the collective fell to pieces in the years to come.

Coinciding with Jack’s withdrawal from the council, Samira had lost her patrol partner on duty. Zones all the way south, where some of the darker things took place. A red zone. She knew she had crossed over, saw the red markers on the bark of tree trunks and took the risk anyway. Not even an hour into patrol, full moon washing over the forest as she trudged through tangled foliage in search of her until she found her flashlight beaming on the ground.

It shone bright upon the girl’s torn head. Eyes wrenched open, frozen in terror. Mouth gaping. Samira felt her stomach lurch like it was ready to make her cough up her dinner. It took everything in her not to outwardly react in a way that drew attention to herself. She just backed away, holding her breath, feeling her insides tense and tighten with dread. Handgun clutched in her palm as she raised it, arms straightened out before her to scan her surroundings. The silencer locked firm in place. Then, that hushed scream and a shadow to her left.

A blur of motion and muffled shots. The strangled whine of the end of a life, and then a heavy thud vibrating the forest floor.

Samira finally breathed, choked out stunted, fractured exhalations. Three of her bullets, softened by the silencer, neatly pierced through its skull and punctured the brain before it had the chance to charge at her. With shaking hands, she reached for her walkie.

“Red zone A12...red. Breached. Red,” she whispered, teeth chattering. “Night patrol down.”

Samira was shortly reassigned to inspect a new sector further north with none other than Jack Abbot, who, for months, could not seem to reel himself in around her.

Maybe it was just the simple fact that he found himself alone with a young woman in the middle of the woodlands two nights every week at a time where unnecessary contact and intimacy in the collective were usually advised against by the council. A lot of things were advised against by the council. Not that he ever cared, though. Being a former delegate still afforded him the privilege of disregard for policy. He had never been one to fall in line anyway. Policy and protocol be damned.

While Jack wrestled with his magnified compulsions behind her, Samira skirted shrubs and burrows like they offended her. She didn’t want to admit how much his earlier comment had stung.

“You’re in a mood tonight,” she broke the silence. “Cockier than usual.”

“And you’re being mean.”

“Hm.”

“But, no, I’m just fed up,” he said. She heard him stopping. “Those things don’t want carcasses, they’re smarter than that. I’ve told the council for years, but they never listen. There’s a reason why people are getting snatched up again.” Samira paused, turned halfway to meet his gaze. The look on his face was more than genuine, and she hated when he was right about things that she hesitated to admit to herself. He was always right. “Living, breathing food - that’s what we are. Traps and bait are pointless, and I know you know that. Predators ravage. You’re executing little bunnies and tying them up with bows for nothing.”

She looked away from him now, jaw clenched tight. Sniffled from the cold. Guilt chewed through his stomach like teeth.

“Kid, I’m sorry,” he stepped closer, voice softer. She stared up at him again, her body still sideways from his. The wounded shimmer in her eyes left him gutted. “I could’ve phrased that better. I know it gets to you.”

As if it were instinct, Jack gently held her jaw to tip her head up, stroking his thumb against her chin. He could’ve kissed her like this.

She would’ve let him, and she was expecting it. Saw the way he struggled to keep his gaze off her lips (and this was not a rare occurrence). Felt his thumb just barely brush underneath. If she tucked in her chin, she could easily take the finger into her mouth. Pull back slowly, make sure he watched close as she traded the thumb for his middle and index. She could make her spit glisten all over his fingers in the glow of the flashlight between them. Right before dropping to her knees—

Jack pulled away before she seized the chance to suck on his thumb, or anything else.

“Rendezvous with John Shen,” he inhaled sharply. John was one of the few who preferred to patrol solo – something else against which the council heavily advised. Groups were usually encouraged to check in on each other throughout the night, both through the walkies and physical meetings. Although, these meetings were more often recreational than cautionary.

“I still don’t get why everyone consistently uses his government name.”

“I don’t get why anyone still refers to the government,” Jack retorted beside her as they resumed their trek.

“False sense of normalcy, maybe,” Samira shrugged, turning the torch in her hand.

“Shit is looong gone,” he droned, brow quirked.

“Right, you remember what they were like?” The teasing smile in her question was audible.

“Jesus Christ, kid, you’re bordering on elder abuse.”

“So, you admit it?” She was having too much fun now and Jack couldn’t complain. No longer acidic, it seemed she was in a slightly better mood now.

“Respect your elders,” he jabbed his index into the curve of her hip, earning a yap and shove from her. “I’ve gotta do something about that mouth of yours.”

Samira felt her face burn hot. She swallowed, recomposing herself.

“You’ve been running yours for the past twenty minutes, sir.”

Jack stopped walking, hands held out. “Are you a fuckin’ tease with John Shen?”

“He’s the tease,” she countered, laughing. “Well, speaking of, where is he?”

A beat, and then another. The sound of trampled twigs snapped their heads to the left before a flat, glowing cylinder of white bounced around the ground and off the trees.

“John,” Samira addressed him, nodding her head.

“John Shen, say John Shen,” Jack goaded, and she waved him off.

The man approached them with his flashlight, panting lightly, “I could hear your asses a mile away. Council’s gonna separate the two of you.”

Two limp, bloodied cottontails hung from his belt by their feet. Samira pouted.

“And pair me with you?” Jack perked, tapping John’s nose, “I’d rather feed myself to the hounds.”

“No skin off my back, baby,” John grinned at him. Cheshire cat leer in the torch glow. “Anyway, what the fuck do you guys do out here? Langdon always says you’re fucking like rabbits, and he sounds more convincing every day.”

Samira shot John a soured look, responding a little too fast: “He says what?”

“Maybe don’t mention the rabbits,” said Jack, hands moving up to hold on to the straps of his backpack, “she’s a bit sore right now.”

“I’m standing right here,” Samira looked back and forth between the men before turning on her heel to continue their zone inspections. They watched after her for a moment before slowly following her lead, John making sure to leave enough distance so that Samira was well enough out of earshot.

“Kid, don’t wander too far,” Jack called out to her, his advice falling on deaf ears. Made a note to himself to keep up with her from here.

“I take it Langdon was right, then,” John teased and Jack shook his head. “If not, that’s a shame. For you. She’s grabbing lunch with me tomorrow.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Adonis,” said Jack, half amused and half ticked off.

“What, you claim her or something?”

Jack scoffed before lowering his voice a notch, “Shit, she’s not an auction horse.”

“You still remember auctions? How old are you again?” John pressed, smirking. Jack only responded with a short grunt. “Anyway, pussy is scarce, doc. You know how it is.”

“Oh no, it isn’t, junior,” the older man laughed heartily. “Plenty of women in the collective. Last month’s census can attest to that. You’re just an ass.”

“And you’re not?”

John got him there. “Maybe. But I don’t go around scavenging for pussy.”

“Because you don’t have to do a thing for it,” John elbowed him. “Hell, I bet even Mohan’s dying to give it to you.”

There it was again, the feeling that Jack’s cock was stiffening at the mere mention of her.

Needed to sink himself somewhere deep and warm.

He could still see her frame in the distance, lit up by her torchlight. The fat of her ass filling out those dark cargo pants. He cleared his throat.

“You should return to your sector, John Shen. Council would spank us for too much chatter, right?”

John barked out a laugh, “Not if the freaks hiding out in these woods get to us first.” He clapped Jack on the shoulder, taking his leave and disappearing into the night with his own torch.

Mythologically speaking, Jack always thought they should’ve been referred to as chimeras. But ‘hounds’ seemed to have stuck over the decades. Most of the time, they weren’t even the real problem. The hounds were tangible; killable. If you aimed right and well, you were more or less guaranteed to have saved yourself. It was everything else that you had to look out for.

Warning signs in the disguise of sounds, tricks of the light, strange smells. Beautiful distractions. Whispers of pleasure licking up the side of your neck when not a soul was around you. All the things you could only fight with your mind, with your intuition, not through combat or confrontation. You had to be lucky enough to slip out of its hold untouched.

Ahead of him, Samira halted to hit the torch against her palm as the light flickered, threatening to give out on her. She huffed, exasperated, and Jack caught up with her to take a look at it himself.

“Might die,” she said, watching him frown down at the torch in his hands.

“Well,” he hummed, “it seems to be alright for now. A little flickering won’t hold us back. We’ve got the smaller ones anyway.”

“As if they’ll be enough,” she mumbled. “But I don’t get it, I put new batteries in there.”

“Yeah,” he clicked his tongue, weighing their options. “Our break’s coming up, we can work it out then.”

They continued on, neither of them catching sight of the red square marker tagged on the tree to their left.

If he thought he wasn’t losing it before, he was definitely losing it now.

It was a like a hot bolt of lightning cracked the crown of his skull and shot through his body down to his feet every time Samira’s arm brushed against his, every time their sides knocked from walking so close. Every time he heard a breath pass over her lips.

His tip felt leaky in his pants. Eager; ready. Waiting to tuck itself into a something tight and welcoming. Another minute and he was suddenly reaching for her wrist.

“Shit, wait. I need a second.” He winced like he’d just run a marathon. Samira turned to find him slightly hunched over and trying to catch his breath, hand still clamped around her wrist. He let go when she faced him to hold onto his shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” She angled his face back up to hers, assessing whatever she could just by the look on it. Then, the flashlight died. Samira cursed under her breath and threw it aside. She was about to reach around to grab her mini torch when Jack choked out a pained moan, stepping back and clumsily kneeling on the ground. He shrugged off his bag as he sat back against a tree, feeling like his heart was going to burst in his throat.

Samira crouched down in front of him and situated herself between his bent, outstretched legs. As soon as she rested her hand on his knee, Jack was fully straining through his pants. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought all the blood in his body rocketed down to his throbbing dick.

“I…fuck, I don’t know what’s happening,” he panted, sucked air through his teeth like he ate a hot pepper. Samira’s hands stroking at his neck and petting his hair didn’t help either. “It’s my junk.”

They both dropped their eyes to his crotch and his hand had a mind of its own. Samira’s stomach constricted when she watched him palm the bulge between them.

“Fuck,” he muttered, couldn’t help himself. Rubbing his erection through his pants seemed to be the only thing alleviating the ache, and she could only stare, mouth parted and salivating.

“Uh,” her throat bobbed. Jack tipped his head back to rest against the tree. Nothing could tear her eyes away from the way he tried to soothe himself. She licked her lips, almost in preparation. “Do you- um, is there anything I can do?”

That wrenched his head back down. What could she do? Concern was written all over her face when she looked up at him again. The furrow weighing down her brows almost made her look…keen. Desperate to do anything she could to help him.

Give him a hand. Give him a mouth—

He started shaking his head furiously, muttering a hurried string of no’s as he struggled to get on his feet. He stood up against the tree while she rose to balance on her knees.

“Try taking it out,” she blurted, blushing at her own words. “Maybe...I can see if something’s wrong.”

He processed the image of her kneeling on the forest floor, her face level with his clothed hard-on. Peering up at him like it was a plea. He swore he could feel her breath just kissing it through his fly. His mouth dried up. Had to flex his hands at his sides to resist the urge to rub her face against his bulge.

Then, very slowly, he nodded. Only once.

Samira held her breath as his quivering hands fumbled over his button before abruptly yanking the zipper down, overzealous for release. He paused momentarily, watching for any possible change in her expression—any splinter of hesitation—but she just stared at his undone fly. Waiting.

So, he tugged his pants down enough to reveal the wet patch of precum soaking through his underwear. Her cunt throbbed something fierce between her legs, slickening fast. Then, eyes pinned to her face, he finally dragged the waistband down and sprung his cock free. When the cold air hit, he didn’t waste any time curling a hand around himself, breathy moans tumbling out of him as he leaned back against the tree. Sighing and grunting.

Samira was rapt. Completely awe-struck by everything in front of her. Coarse hair under his belly, fringing his shaft. The girth of it, so enticing as he gave himself good, slow pumps. All of his breaths came out stuttered.

As if on cue, bright rays of moonlight crept past the cover of the trees and meandered their way down to shine on the both of them. Everything lit up and neither Jack nor Samira questioned the bizarreness of it. If anything, the abnormal light only encouraged them, showing each other the vulgar act between them with white, glowing clarity.

His slit drooled with pre. Glistened over his swollen tip under the beaming moonlight. She could feel saliva gathering on her tongue, pooling around her teeth. Her sex, clenching around the ghost of something that should be there. But it stared her in the face instead, and Jack felt his brain short-circuit when he noticed her stare back.

I’ve gotta do something about that mouth of yours

“Y’know what, could you put your tongue out for me?” His voice was ragged. Worn. Samira didn’t register his question for a moment, but then her jaw lowered a bit. “Just, yeah. Just for a minute, sweetheart.”

Samira obeyed and he could have cum just from the sight of it alone. Her tongue, pink and outstretched, was patiently waiting for him. Promising Jack with release. Ecstasy. He filtered out every rational thought screaming in his head as he cradled her jaw with his free hand and lightly planted his wet tip on the flat of her tongue. She was looking up at him the whole time.

His knees almost buckled. Her soft tongue with her warm breath fanning his length should’ve taken him out like a light in an instant. He still wasn’t sure how he lasted this long.

And she didn’t know how much longer she could wait. Every fibre of her being willed her to welcome him all the way in, let his tip scrape the walls of her throat. Make him get off inside the hollow of her cheeks.

With no objection from Samira, he tried his best to pace himself, slowly rolling his hips forward to feed her a little more. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the way she closed her mouth around the width of him, just halfway up. She didn’t give him any time to adjust before easing his length all the way in.

The slight cut-off in her airway burned deliciously. She moaned around him, eyes watering.

“Fuck,” he gritted, bracing himself against the tree as her voice vibrated around him. All the sense in him, gone. “I didn’t know,” he said with a pant, feeling her drag her mouth off just to suck him back in, “didn’t know you’d ever take me like this. I could only- could only dream.”

The sound of the wet pop of her lips latching off his cock reminded him they were still very much outside and on duty.

“Christ, you like this?” he rasped, stroking her hair back, “Sucking me off in the middle of the woods o-on patrol?” She answered with a whimper as she picked up the pace and it had him leaning further back into the tree as her hands found his thighs. Keeping his weight against the trunk, he bent his knees a little to push his feet out further. Samira, in a way that he could not fathom, managed to maintain her sucks as she shifted right to align her cunt with his boot. He watched her get all the friction she needed just by grinding down on him. “Yeah, oh shit, you like this.”

It was dizzying to witness. On her sore knees, panting and slurping and humping. The mix of her spit and his pre smearing the rim of her mouth. This girl, so much younger than him, dragging her clothed pussy against the thick of his shoe as she bobbed her head up and down his pulsing cock. He angled his knee out a bit to accommodate her grinding.

Jack could imagine the seam of her pants catching nicely on her needy clit as she bucked her hips into his leg. Getting off on getting him off. He couldn’t wait to make it up to her, to push her further than she was pushing him. Almost begged her not to go to lunch with John tomorrow.

She gently pulled off to catch her breath and carefully twisted her hands around him with the residue of her spit, stretching her tongue out again so she could drag his mushroom tip over the flat of it. His hips stuttered in response and it struck heat down to her core. “Samira," he breathed, "the things I’m gonna do to you."

She rode his boot harder as she eased his cock back into her mouth, the hair at his base tickling her nose. Sticky panties pressing into her folds.

“You- mm, you’re doing so good for me,” Jack groaned. “Fuck, I can feel the back of your throat.” He let his hands gather up her hair to keep it from brushing over her face. At this point, he had abandoned restraint and allowed himself to rock into the steady tempo of her sucking. He couldn’t believe it.

On duty, in the darkest hours of the night, under the preternatural glow of the moon, he was leveraging his weight against a tree as he lazily fed his hard cock into the mouth of his junior partner while he guided her head back to him, over and over and over again. Shame curled deep in his gut, though it was subdued by the waves of pleasure she wrung out of him.

As soon as he fell from his high, he planned to switch places with her and divest her of her clothes before hooking a leg over his shoulder to bury his tongue deep in her slick cunt. Instead of his boot, she could grind down on his nose.

His fingers tightened around the bunches of her curls, feeling himself approach the precipice of his release. She didn’t seem to tire or back down, and he worried that she couldn’t tell how close he was.

 “Hey, you don’t have to—” he stammered, trying to keep himself from fucking into her mouth too hard when he saw a tear creep down from the corner of her eye. “If it’s too much, I can pull—”

Samira was going for a home run. She was going to make him finish on her tongue if it was the last thing she did.

She sucked him in like a fucking vacuum before releasing him to use her hands again. As she furiously jerked his cock, her lips closed around his crown and she tongued his tip like she was French-kissing it. He saw stars when he felt her lay soft, teasing licks over his dribbling slit.

The forest groaned around them and it seemed to Jack like everything had come to life. Over her fast, clammy strokes and the suckling of her lips, he could catch a flurry of murmurs circling around the tree behind him. Tickling his ear and then echoing throughout the woodlands. It was like a scorching, wispy summer had swallowed the night. Like the whispers of the trees were coaxing him to cum inside the suction of her warm mouth.

When her jerks slowed into squeezing strokes and her lips puckered out around his head, when she bared down on his boot. When she sighed around him, when her eyes flicked up to meet his—he came.

“Oh- oh, shit.”

His senses were stark now as his orgasm surged through him with ferocity.

The blurred shape of what looked like a woman lurking in the distance. The whispered scream of a hound. The red marker plastered on a fallen log behind Samira.

Oblivious, she welcomed him all over her tongue, relishing the taste of his spend as it sprayed the walls of her mouth. All she could hear were his ragged moans when she swallowed and nursed on his fat, spent tip. Felt herself get impossibly wetter as the load of warm cum continued to spill onto her tongue. She didn’t let a drop go to waste.

With Samira struggling to detach from his sensitive tip, Jack was returning to the surrounding environment under the haze of his release. Nothing about this was normal.

Sure, she probably would’ve jimmied him down her throat back at the collective sooner or later. But he wouldn’t have thought he was dying, or coming close to death, in order for it to happen. No, it had only been fifteen minutes prior where he felt like the entire forest was going to cave in on him if he didn’t lodge his cock inside something wet.

And Samira was so cock-drunk, still on her knees; still humping his boot. Still licking him up and down like she was hoping to draw another glob of cum into her mouth. As much as he loved it, there was something very seriously off.

The red marker came back to him, then. Policy and protocol. The symptoms.

Both of them were exorbitantly high on raw lust. Blinded by their urges, deafened by their moans. He didn’t know why it had taken him so long to realise they had wandered into a red zone, but he was undoubtedly sure of it now.

Before he could say anything to Samira, the grating scream of a dying man tore through the silence of the woods. Jack’s flaccid cock fell from Samira’s mouth as they both spun their heads in its direction. A few miles west. It could only belong to John Shen.

[samdrakeshappytrail]

Ramrod.ೃ࿐

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Sam Drake x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

✧.* Content/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, porn without plot, afab!reader, gunplay (gun in v), praising, outdoor/exhibitionism, slight degrading if you squint, squirting🤭, pre-established relationship, smut under the cut

✧.* A/N: follow up to misfire because well sam can’t just say he’d fuck you with his gun and then not do it right?🥴 (also the titles have low key nothing to do with the content, but ramrod was funny cuz i mean,,, he does ram you with his gun don't he?😌 plus it's gun related so close enough)

You find yourself navigating the thick jungle with Sam. After a long hike up the mountainous terrain, you take a moment to rest as Sam stood at the cliff’s edge flashing his flashlight in some series of repeated morse code. He sighs and turns to you. “Hopefully he saw it.” He says pocketing the flashlight. By ‘him’ you figured Sam meant his brother.

You smiled reassuringly. “Let’s hope so.” You step towards him to gently hook your fingers into his belt loops. “Give it some time, I��m sure we’ll find him. Or he’ll find us.”

Sam smiles down at you softly, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Yeah.” He says softly, bringing one of his hands up to brush his knuckle along your chin. “So what now, hm?” He hums softly, making you smile at his gesture.

“Since we have some time… I thought you could show me that thing you wanted to do with your gun. The thing you said you lacked in patience for earlier?” Your smile turns coy, catching Sam off guard though only for a second before a grin splits his face. 

“Okay…” Sam says knowingly, remembering exactly what he said. “I didn’t think you’d be that into it.” His voice drops in tone as you chuckle softly.

“Neither did I, but it’s you doing it and anything you do is hot.” You jest flirtatiously.

Sam squeezes your hips before he slides them up under your shirt. “Then let’s get these clothes off you, sweetheart.”

Without waiting for a reply, Sam swiftly slips your shirt up just enough to access your jeans easily. Undoing them, he kneels to push your jeans down, kissing your lower abdomen as he does so. You go to kick your shoes off though he stops you. “No don’t. Just lay back, sweetheart.” He says lowly as he sits you down on the mossy ground. 

Sam smiles leaning down to kiss your calf as he brings your ankles to rest on his shoulder. He takes his gun out from his waistband, checking to make sure it was unloaded and empty before bringing the tip of the barrel between your thighs, pressing the gun against your clothed pussy. The touch brings a soft exhale to slip from your lips, making Sam smile as he notices your expression. “Sensitive?” He hums amused, applying more pressure to your cunt with the gun making you whine. “And impatient.”

“You’re mean.” You counter, though it wasn’t your strongest retort.

Sam chuckles. “A good mean though, right?” The barrel slides up to your clit, gently rubbing against your nerves a little more firmly. 

You sigh softly with pleasure, your brows knitting together in a restless pout. “Sam, please…”

Your words prove affective as Sam hums in satisfaction before removing the gun to tug your panties down your legs, bunching them at your ankles with your jeans. “You’re good with your words when you want something.” He coos, still a playful glint in his eye. He leans closer to your cunt, spitting on your folds before spreading the saliva with his fingers. “You’re already fairly wet, you’ve been thinking about this haven’t you?” Sam’s smile is just enough smug to make your insides flutter.

Your cheeks flush slightly though you couldn’t deny his question as you nod your head in response, too turned on to trust your voice. You watch as Sam brings the gun back between your thighs, though you couldn’t see passed your legs in his shoulder. You felt the cold metal gently push into you making you gasp as a jolt shot through your stomach.

Sam eases the gun in slowly, watching your expression for any sign of discomfort as he pushes the barrel in, inch after inch, inside you. Your back arches as you sigh a soft moan.

“There you go…” Sam purrs.

You whimper softly. “Sam… it’s cold.” 

Your whine sends a jolt of arousal straight to Sam’s cock but he doesn’t focus on that now. Rather, he focuses on the way your pussy hugged the gun. “Cold huh? I think you can handle warming it up.” His smile is sly as he slowly starts thrusting the gun inside your pussy. With a few thrusts of the gun, Sam had you moaning as your body responded to the stimulation.

The rougher edges of the barrel made you squirm, but the way it hit your sweet spots as Sam angled the gun felt too good to complain. The metal was still cold, though you were growing a little more acclimated to it, it still sent a shiver up your spine every other thrust. Especially when Sam decided to pull the gun out to admire the way your juices coated the muzzle and glistened in the light. He gently blew cold wind onto your wet cunt making you mewl.

Sam chuckles at the sight. “Still cold?” His tease makes you whine, his playful expression didn’t help. “Here, sweetheart, I’ve got an idea to warm you up.” He says before taking the magazine out of his pocket and loading the gun. He points the weapon away from the both of you, aiming at the empty space between the trees before firing a few shots. 

You watch him unload the gun again, bringing the now warm barrel back to your pussy. The heat was a bit of a shock compared to the cold you felt just earlier. You didn’t get much of a chance to say anything about it before Sam pushes the gun all the way inside you. You choke out a moan, the now warm barrel filling you completely making your back arch. You could hear Sam’s hum of approval. “Better?” His tone still holds an edge of amusement as he starts an even pace with the gun.

The sensation pulls a string of moans from your lips as Sam places his other hand on your thigh, leaning forward to push your legs further back, folding you in half to thrust the gun deeper. “That’s it, baby… You like being fucked with my gun?” He groans watching you writhe beneath him, his cock hard in his jeans but paying it no mind as he watches you attentively. 

You could feel your pussy tighten around the gun, feel the way the muzzle dragged along your sweet spots and how deep it went inside you with the new angle. “Sam…” The desperate mewl only encourages him to pump the gun faster.

“You want more don’t you, you filthy thing?” Sam’s eyes watch you with a new hunger as you get off on his gun. Though he wishes it was his cock, this was equally as erotic if not more. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous taking my gun like this.”

His free hand comes to rub your clit, your moans fuel his urgency to make you cum. Something so taboo like this felt only possible in his dreams. Now that it was reality, Sam was going to make the most of it, and he was determined to watch you fall apart on the gun.

Your back arched as the sensation of the barrel pumping inside you overwhelmed you with pleasure and excitement. Something you never knew you wanted to try until now, and it was incredibly provocative in the best ways possible. Your mind was blank, swimming in arousal chased by your release. Your cunt squeezed around the gun desperately. “Don’t stop… don’t stop, don’t stop, oh my god Sam!…” Your body tensed as your heart rate kicked up, hearing your blood pumping in your ears as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

Sam’s momentum doesn’t cease for a second, determination in his eyes and his ministrations as he watches you teeter on the edge of rapture. “Come on, sweetheart, you’re so close.” His arm starts to get sore but he doesn’t dream of letting up. His eyes are glued to you, darting between your cunt and your face as he rubs your clit faster.

Sam angles the gun just enough to stimulate your g-spot even more, triggering your orgasm to hit you harder than you expected. You moan loudly as your orgasm crashes through you with wild intensity, your body jolting with every wave of pleasure. “Sam!… Sam, Sam, Sam…” All you could do was chant his name through your release. 

Sam groaned as he watched, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it as much as he can. His fingers still rubbing your clit makes your pleasure peak, a lewd moan slips from your lips as your pussy gushes from the overstimulation. Sam watches the way you squirt all over the gun and his hands, his groan guttural as he works you into overdrive. “Fuck, baby. That’s my girl.” His voice is gruff as he slows down, letting you bask in your post euphoric bliss.

Your chest heaves as you collect yourself, eyes closed while you slow your beating heart with deep breaths. “Holy shit…” Your words at breathy as you smile incredulously. 

Sam chuckles as he sets his gun aside, kissing your leg as he sets them down slowly. “I should’ve filmed that.” He jests, though a part of you knew he probably would’ve if he could. Never threaten him with a good time, you always thought. You smile in response as you crack your eyes open to see him leaning closer. He plants a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Beautiful…” He murmurs before pulling back with a grin. “We should do this again sometime.” He cocks a brow slyly as you giggle.

“What have I enabled?” Your joke makes Sam laugh softly.

“A hell of a good time, don’t you think?”